Giant Ibis Minibus, $8, 3 hours to the southwest, depending on how actively the driver tries to pass the tuk tuks and freight trucks. Mom, you'd have had your foot on the dashboard for most of it. Thankfully, The Hunger Games was playing on a monitor with no volume to distract.
Highway 3 to Kampot...
Beautiful day, hot as hell though...
The river across from our hotel, The Rikitikitavi, owned by a nice expat couple.
The city is an old colonial resort town. Some of the remnants are still here.
We headed out today, Monday, to the salt fields. The channel seawater in to these leveled areas over and over until they have a thick salt layer.
Inside the salt storage cabin. Strong craving for butter and popcorn.
Soon off the beaten path, though, as we headed towards the Phnom Chngork Caves northeast of Kampot on a very dirt road.
The caves were inhabited before the Khmers by the Funan. More recently though the Khmer Rouge set up shop here. The mines were only cleared in 1985 and the stairs put in the last decade.
The temple is supposed to be older than Angkor Wat, according to our guide, though we have strong suspicion that those are bricks and we simply misunderstood...
We hopped back in the tuk tuk down some very rough road, credit to our driver, and headed for the Kampot Pepper Plantation.
Lakeside village...
The Kampot Pepper Plantation grows unique pepper to the region. Black, red, and white pepper are created by picking time and processing.
They use cuttings from older vines to start new ones around structures like these brick towers. It can take 2-4 years before pepper can be cultivated with the appropriate flavor. 
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